When you live in two cultures

Growing up Mexican-American #1

I use to call Corridos Mexican Polka music. It’s true I even wrote my college entrance essay on how my father always had these kinds of songs playing in his car while my mother was more a classic rock fan. Sometimes I wonder if my ignorance was what cost me admission into my number one UC pick. But I’m probably just overthinking it.

Anyways so why was I calling Corridos Mexican polka music? In short because the prominent sound that always came from my dad’s radio were the notes of an accordion. Especially on drives to my Tia’s house, who lived all the way in San Bernadino County. I remember looking out at the dry landscape and imagining myself in a desert, which California is so I wasn’t far off. Just to think if I was stranded here I’d have to listen to this weird accordion music until I got to safety.

Now a days I have educated myself on the correct term for this kind of music, Corridos. However I’m still not a big fan. Interestingly enough though I have developed an ear for Cumbia, shout out to Los Angeles Azules. I’m not sure why I don’t dance at parties. Only alone in my room. While my dog passes judgement. I think my new love for Cumbias has something to do with my childhood as this is the kind of music my family played at quinceneras, barbeques, dinners, during housework time. Never rock ballads or music in English.

I only half listened to the lyrics on my dad’s radio. I had become a classic rock fan by the tender age of 11. Thanks mom. However, thanks to my dad listening to hits such as “La camisa negra” and “Gasolina” I also became a listener of music in my second language. Although I definitely prefer Spanish love songs I will still put on the occasional Shakira song when I feel like dancing, alone of course. So I guess in a way my musical taste has become a fusion of both my parent’s radios. Did any of my fellow Latinx peoples have the same experience?